At the moment when the three ghost generals pounced on the bright red heart, they were only a few feet away.

"Let's die together!"

The sound of a moth came from above the heart.

The voice was crisp and firm, sonorous and powerful, like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed, sharp and piercing people's hearts.

Then the heart contracted violently, and it became half the size of its original size. Suddenly, a circle of blood-red, furious soul power erupted from it, and the void was completely stained, and it was blood-red.

"Poof".

From the blood-red heart, countless blood lines like steel needles erupted outward, overwhelming the sky, like thousands of crimson flying locusts, covering the three ghost generals opposite.

"Get out of the way!

The ghost general Purple Lion had just suffered the loss of this alien blood, and he shouted while covering his face with his hands.

Seeing this, Qingniu and Lijiao stopped at their feet, and they were busy reaching out to cover their faces.

A large amount of blood splattered on the arms, palms, chests, and lower abdomen of the three men, and immediately burned and corroded like strong acid. Where it was corroded, the skin turned up blood blisters the size of broad beans. The power of alien blood contained in it penetrated into the meridians and invaded the soul directly.

The faces of the three ghost generals were distorted, their bodies trembled like lightning strikes, and they screamed in pain, and they all retreated.

And the blood-red heart fell to the ground like a bird that had exhausted its strength, covered with dust, with no breath, and the sound of the moth was gone.

Seeing this, Little Red Candle stumbled over.

Holding the bloodstained heart with both hands, his hands trembled, his pupils widened, he wanted to say nothing, he wanted to cry without tears, and he was extremely sad.

The wisp of foreign blood power remaining on her heart passed down her palm, and there was no burning or discomfort, only residual temperature, which made it feel familiar.

This wisp of alien blood power is like a small swimming snake, sneaking into the body of the little red candle along the meridians.

Her eyes blurred, and an unfamiliar image appeared in her consciousness.

It was an empty world.

At night, a blood moon hangs high in the sky.

In the moonlight, it was a lonely wooden hut. The doors and windows of the cabin were sealed from the outside by many thick iron locks, like a prison.

Inside the hut, there was a fair woman. If you look closely, the appearance is seven or eight points similar to the little red candle.

This woman is dressed in a gorgeous low-cut black palace dress, with skin that is better than snow, and her eyebrows and red lips are glamorous. His long black hair is like a pile of clouds, and he wears a delicate headdress with golden phoenix wings on his bun, which is noble and elegant.

On the small square table in front of the woman, there is a black porcelain wine jug with a round belly, a meniscus handle, and a thin mouth. The exterior of this flask is painted with a black sun pattern of Haoguang Wandao.

She picked up the flask in one hand and leaned it slightly. The spout of the spout turned into a silver thread and fell into a round wine cup on the table, making a series of slight rattling sounds, revealing a bewildering cheerfulness, splashing a circle of ripples.

She couldn't wait to pick up the wine cup and drink it all, one glass, two glasses.....

Time was passing quickly, but the woman didn't notice it.

Maybe it's an hour, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a year. Or there is simply no time in this world.

Strangely, despite the woman's frequent pouring of wine, the wine in this jug never seemed to be missing.

In this lonely world, it seems that only alcohol is a woman's companion.

"Who am I?" the woman whispered, her eyes blank.

On the other side of the table, there is a bronze candlestick with a simple shape.

On top of it, a red candle is burning. The dancing candlelight sprinkled on the woman's face and bun, reflecting an inscrutable mystery and indescribable melancholy.

At that moment, a small, white moth flew in out of nowhere.

The insect flapped its young wings vigorously and flew around the candle flame on the table, again and again.

It ignores the burning of the candle flame and loves the warmth and light.

The woman spotted the little moth and had a long-lost smile on her face. This little worm is the second life in this world besides her, which is cherished and affectionate. It made her feel less lonely and helpless.

"Who are you?"

The woman said, raising her thin eyebrows, revealing a hint of joy at the corner of her eyes, putting down the wine cup and stretching out a thin white finger.

The little moth seemed to hear the woman's call, and its wings flapped and flew down on the woman's fingertips.

"Red Candle, wake up!"

The moth actually confided human words, and then a red flame ignited around its body, and exchanged it for a ray of light, warming the woman's fingertips.

When the woman heard the word red candle, she suddenly felt so familiar, but so far away.

When she saw the moth burning into a small flame, the woman exclaimed, "Don't go!"

She stretched out her hands to hold the flame, and a strong but not scorching temperature passed through, and the woman's drunkenness seemed to wake up a lot.

She spread her hands, and the snow-white moth disappeared from her empty palms.

Tears burst out of her eyes, banging on the table, banging on this lonely world.

After a moment, her brow furrowed, and the closed door of her heart seemed to be opened by something.

She whispered repeatedly, "Red Candle, Red Candle......"

Then, she jerked to her feet, a powerful wave of soul power emanating from all around her.

With a "hum", the powerful soul power fluctuations spread out like a stormy wave, unstoppable. The whole hut shook, the whole world shook, even the peeping blood moon in the sky.

At the same time, the thick black iron chains outside the hut that had been tightly bound to the doors and windows became red and fragile as if they had been melted by the heat, and then collapsed inch by inch, crackling, and turning into flying ashes.

After a while, the tremors died down.

The world is quiet, the cottage is quiet, the woman is quiet.

At this time, the woman's eyes were no longer blank as before, and there was more of the original clarity.

She looked at the window of the cottage, walked over, and stretched out her hands to nudge lightly. The wooden window, without the shackles, opened easily with a "squeak".

Outside the window, the light is bright and bright, and the clouds are rolling.

A warm breeze leaped through the open window and fell on the woman's body, soft as satin.

The woman stood in front of the window, lost in thought.

I don't know how long later, she said loudly: "I am the Red Candle ......"

The sea and the sky.

......

"Return Song: Red Candle Moth"

The moon makes people lonely, sleepless at night, drunk before waking up, and the heart is still chaotic. The red candle is like jade, and the sorrow is green.

Suddenly, I saw the moth flying, looking for the shadow of the candle and looking for its stumbling block. Wake up in the morning, stand in front of the window, the breeze is like satin.

......

In the real world, the body of the little red candle lying on the ground is also changing.

On the tip of Little Red Candle's heart, there was a strange circle of black, chain-shaped rune shackles, locking her heart and soul.

The wisp of alien blood that entered the little red candle's body discovered these shackles. Like a tiger that has found its prey, it pounces. Then, with a "bang", a red flame ignited and calcined.

......

The people behind him saw that Moling was splattered with blood on the spot in order to protect the little red candle, and the little red candle also fainted to the ground, unconscious, and could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts.

This time, the old village chief Lin Badi did not stop everyone.

The scene in front of him gave him a sober judgment. He didn't believe that the three executioners in front of him, even a little girl, would easily let go of Forget Sorrow.

In the face of such a robber, to have illusions is to wait for destruction. He was determined to fight, for the sake of the little red candle, and for the hundreds of lives in the valley of forgetting worries behind him.

"Everyone fought with them!" Eighth Brother Lin roared angrily.

Everyone had already sharpened their fists, and when they heard the sound, they rushed forward together, wanting to snatch the little red candle back and eliminate the three executioners on the opposite side.

They roared, swords, eyes breathing fire, and they didn't hesitate.

Seeing this scene, the three ghost generals who were startled by the power of Mothling's strange blood and retreated suddenly became angry.

"A swarm of ants who can't do anything!"

"We all have to die!"

"Kill them all!"

"You six up together!"

The three ghost generals shouted.

"Ghost Change!"

A large cloud of pitch-black ghost qi erupted from the surface of the three bodies. In the blink of an eye, the three of them turned into a blue bull with a body of more than ten zhang, a purple-maned male lion and a one-horned giant rhino.

The three enraged beasts fought back, followed by the six killers of the Three Palaces of the Netherworld.

The old village chief, Eighth Brother Lin, flipped his wrist, and the red blood military flag was in his hand. The butcher is ruthless, the hunter is vigorous, the blacksmith is ruthless and the drunkard Xiao quickly takes place. Regardless of their previous injuries, they each used their strength to urge the Red Blood Army.

In the sky and on the ground, the fire is rolling, the fire dragon is wandering, the soldiers and horses are galloping, igniting the killing and fighting spirit, and the realm of beacon fire reappears.

The Ghost Valley Changyang Demon Knife was in his hand on a rainy night, and a large area of blue-gray demonic energy was tumbling on the blade, and the phantom of the scale Jiao was tumbling non-stop, and the battle intent was abrupt.

Guigu Chan summoned three lives at the first time - the jade skeleton. The jade skeleton holds the ghost knife "Golden Bone", and the blue-gray ghost air on it is constantly circulating, just like a knife and axe hand from hell.

The hibiscus has also summoned a little elf ghost, and at this time, the little ghost has already turned into a tiger girl with a height of a few feet, roaring and shaking the sky, and urging a rapidly rotating fire bomb in the palm of her hand.

Boss Bai has a pair of short knives in his hand, the knives are dazzling, the momentum is awe-inspiring, and the demeanor of a female general.

The comparison of the combat power of the two sides was originally dominated by the ghost general.

Right now, the side of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows has lost Moth Ling, and without the restraint of his alien blood, the power of the three ghost generals on the other side has even returned to the powerful level that a Daoming Realm monk should have.

The ghost swooped down on the three ghost beasts after the transformation, and the ground that was trampled on rumbled, and the ghost domain released was as powerful as a tsunami, and it was crushed madly.

The two sides only clashed briefly, and the Beacon Fire Realm shook under the impact of the opponent's powerful ghost domain power, and it was as dangerous as an egg.

Moments of crisis.

I saw a fiery figure speeding from the Valley of Forgotten Worries. Behind the man, a pair of red fiery wings flapped incessantly, showing the image of a vermilion bird with its head held high. Along the way, he left a fiery shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the two armies and threw himself straight into the territory of the beacon fire.

"The Red Blood Legion Xu Yang is on board!"

As soon as the words fell, Xu Yang came to the old village chief Lin Eighth Brother.

"Legionnaire, let me come. ”

Eighth Brother Lin understood and handed the Red Blood Army Flag to Xu Yang.

Xu Yang raised the Red Blood Army Flag in his hand and shouted: "The Red Blood Legion!

The momentum is like a general's possession, and the king's overlord is leaking.

Don't let it go!

Who else is me!

I have to be!

Without stopping for a moment, he urged the magic trick to trigger the second Red Blood False Pill that had just been achieved in the Purple Mansion space.

In his Purple Mansion space, the flame-colored red blood fake pill outer core melted rapidly, and a powerful beacon fire power spread out from his body, rolling up a thousand layers of fire waves, rolling in a stormy and unstoppable force.

The fire breath above the Red Blood Army Banner in his hand increased suddenly, and it was a hundred feet long, reflecting the red sky.

In the tumbling flames, three fiery dragons burst out at the same time, with long teeth and claws, spitting flames.

A large number of fire-breath soldiers, fire-breath war horses, and fire-breath chariots continued to pour out from the territory of the beacon fire, and the sound of horns, fights, neighing of war horses, and the sound of swords and guns......

Sing the Red Blood Battle Song!